“Listening to the music while stretching her body close to its limit, she was able to attain a mysterious calm. She was simultaneously the torturer and the tortured, the forcer and the forced. This sense of inner-directed self-sufficiency was what she wanted most of all. It gave her deep solace.”
(From the ballerina and trumpeter series at the Newport Museum of Art)
6 x 9”
photograph on metal
A keyhole may be a small object, but it is also a significant part of a building’s heritage and speaks to the building's encounters with people and the times in which they lived. Again and again, there was a practiced pattern of the reach into a pocket to let fingertips find the familiar shape of the matching key, the nudge of a knuckle sliding the circular brass plate aside, revealing the aperture and eventually, entrance.
It is a mistake to think of this abandoned Irish school house as being empty. Rather it is filled with memories and faded echoes of voices, including my own while exploring the property in County Clare, Ireland with the late David Lang.
The Willbrook National School (1884-1988) now quietly waits along the road to Corofin for the key to its future.
How many griefs would I have to remove from my heap of griefs
until it no longer crushes me?
Gearing up for another day of shooting Mermaids and Mermen for this worthwhile project to benefit Biomes.
Have you preordered yet?
Be fully awake if you want to dream.
Now booking portrait shoots for June and July.
Safe and fun~
Melancholy doesn't come close to describing how I felt about the futility of making art when many people are simply concerned about breathing and not dying. It took awhile but after some deep conversations with friends I was reminded that art is essential!
Every act of creation is first an act of destruction and perhaps that is what Mother Nature is doing now with Covid-19.
An enormous fucking Reset.
Before the pandemic I was fortunate enough to have lived a quirky, artful life with genuine simple interests in nature, music, home, family and friends and the privilege of being an exhibiting artist.
Simplicity is the whole key to wellbeing.
Those who have been practicing it have unknowingly been constructing their own Noah's Ark to weather this transition.
Not the image of Noah’s Ark that you may have seen in children’s books or painted on nursery walls which was often small and cramped with giraffe heads sticking out of the top but the one in which Noah and his family were preserved from the Flood....something that affords protection or safety.
It remains a daily act of repair to nail on plank or two and plug the holes with pitch …but I am getting there.
Meanwhile, the air seems cleaner, people appear nicer and the stars seem more visible at night.
After everything that's happened, how can the world still so beautiful?
Because it is.